So life can get better! (Includes Green Day and Adrienne so no teenie comments), chapter 7
Rebyl's POV
Urgh stupid hospitals, shitty food, and even shittier coffee, no cable, I think I'm going to die. I just got out of surgery an hour ago and I heard a few people running down the hall. Next thing I knew Tré, my mom, and my dad all ran in. Tre hugged Mike, then me, my mom was crying. "Why the hell are you hugging me, Bobby the monkey thinks I'm crazy now ALL THANKS TO YOU BITCH!" Mike said to Tré.
We all started laughing.
"Hey Tré what did you do with the kids?" My dad asked Tre.
"Umm, I left them at home."
"Is Frankie there?" I asked.
"No." Then Tre ran out to get the boys.
"Bobby the monkey learned how to fly yesterday!" Mike yelled.
"He's been hallucinating ever since we got out of surgery. It's really funny, he told me that you and him had sex like animals when you were 62-years-old, that his toilet needed to go to counseling, that Bobby the monkey can play bass better than him and that he was pissed about that, and tons of other stuff."
"Hey about your guys' party, how about we have it when you get out, we left all the decorations up and stuff so we can still have it."
"Oh, hey dad, look what I got!" I stood up and tried not to show my ass through the dressing gown and showed him my tattoo.
"Hope you have the time of your life, nice," He told me.
"Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong, well first of all, can I have your autograph Billie? My daughter is a big fan." Billie signed the autograph. "Also, visiting hours are over but if you would like to go into the family area there are chairs, beds, and vending machines in there, Mike and Rebyl need rest for now."
"Urgh fine," My dad said. I was about to protest when he said, "Yes Rebyl, I want you better, good night. Love ya."
"Okay good night, love you too."
"Bobby the monkey needs his beauty sleep he can't be ugly for the circus tomorrow."
"Okay then, good night Mike." He looked at me with pleading bright blue eyes "What?"
"Say good night to Bobby too!"
"Uh, good night Bobby."
"Bobby is over there, in his bed." He pointed to a corner and I looked at it, there was a suitcase on a chair and I figured that as what Mike thought was bobby so I said "Night Bobby." My head hit the pillow and I was asleep.
I woke up in the morning with a pair of shining blue eyes looking into my own.
"YAY I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" Mike yelled to me. I walked out of the room with my crutches and asked the lady at the desk if I could go down to the gift shop and she said I could if I took a nurse with me. She called a nurse and one with black and green streaks came.
"Hi I'm Glenda but please just call me Doobie. I hate my name." She seemed really cool.
"Ha, I'm Rebyl and you can call me Rebyl or Jayde or Whatsername, whatever works for you. My old friends called me Whatsername."
"Okay then Jayde, who all calls you Jayde?"
"My dad does occasionally."
"So your dad is the infamous Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"Yup."
"Awesome, do you think I could get an autograph?"
"Um I would have to get him from the family room thing."
"No from you, you will do great things. I talked to your dad and he said that you were amazing at the guitar. He was going to ask you something important but wouldn't tell me what, saying it was confidential. He has also been beating himself up thinking it was all his fault for forcing you guys out of the house."
"Really? Wow."
We finally arrived at the gift shop after I signed her shirt.
"So, what did you want to get?"
"A stuffed monkey for Mike, you know, Mike Dirnt."
"Why?"
"He's been hallucinating about a Monkey named Bobby."
"That is really funny," She said with a giggle.
"Yeah it is." We walked in and I found a monkey with a heart that said get well soon. It was pretty big too.
"$15.36 is your total." I handed him a 20-dollar bill. "Out of 20? OK then, $4.64 is your change. Come back soon!"
Doobie and I decided to get some lunch and it turned out that she was 19-years-old, in nursing school and was on an internship playing keyboard, guitar, violin, and mandolin. She was really cool, into a lot of the same things as me. She was a vegetarian, not to save the animals but because meat grosses her out. We both got vegetarian lasagna and she got water and I got root beer. We walked back to my room and Mike was on the ground screaming something about the ringing sounds attacking him when all it was, was the phone.
I answered it and it was my dad.
"Hello?"
"Hey kiddo!"
"Hey dad."
"Do you want me to get anything for you from home? I'm going there now."
"Uh my guitar, more clothes, shampoo, conditioner, I think they have soap here, Joey's Game Boy, he won't even know it's missing, and my mp3 Player. CDs and CD player too."
"I'll get everything and I'll bring Joey and Jake too."
"NOOOO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!" I said sarcastically. He chuckled on the other end. "Okay I'll see you soon."
I heard my dad, Joey, and Jakob walking down the hall.
"Hey kiddo," He said as he dumped a suitcase with a weird stain on my bed.
"Dad what's that stain from?"
"Oh uh that, well when we were on tour, you know the one that we found you on, I had a dream that I pissed in my suitcase and woke up to find my clothes all soggy and stinky."
I gave a disgusted face. "Oh but its been cleaned so don't worry, just stained."
My mom walked in carrying both of my guitars and brand new cases.
"Hey, you brought Bobby's bass! How nice of you! Bobby appreciates that!"
"Dad can I PLEASE switch rooms, he's driving me insane!"
"Uh fine, I'll talk to the nurse about it, geez."
"I'll do it sweetie." My mom walked out of the room and to the desk.
"Hey are you allowed to go down to the café?"
"I should be, I'll ask." With that I got up and walked to the desk where my mom was but talked to a different lady.
"Excuse me is it okay if I go down to the café with my dad?"
"Sure, but be careful and don't take the stairs, not good for your leg."
"O...k then, I wasn't planning on it."
"Okay then, have a nice day, Hun."
I waltzed back to my dad and told him I was allowed.
"Listen, I wanted to tell you something," He said as we went into the elevator.
"Okay then, shoot."
"How would you like to be in Green Day?" I just froze to the spot, so that was what Doobie was talking about.
Urgh stupid hospitals, shitty food, and even shittier coffee, no cable, I think I'm going to die. I just got out of surgery an hour ago and I heard a few people running down the hall. Next thing I knew Tré, my mom, and my dad all ran in. Tre hugged Mike, then me, my mom was crying. "Why the hell are you hugging me, Bobby the monkey thinks I'm crazy now ALL THANKS TO YOU BITCH!" Mike said to Tré.
We all started laughing.
"Hey Tré what did you do with the kids?" My dad asked Tre.
"Umm, I left them at home."
"Is Frankie there?" I asked.
"No." Then Tre ran out to get the boys.
"Bobby the monkey learned how to fly yesterday!" Mike yelled.
"He's been hallucinating ever since we got out of surgery. It's really funny, he told me that you and him had sex like animals when you were 62-years-old, that his toilet needed to go to counseling, that Bobby the monkey can play bass better than him and that he was pissed about that, and tons of other stuff."
"Hey about your guys' party, how about we have it when you get out, we left all the decorations up and stuff so we can still have it."
"Oh, hey dad, look what I got!" I stood up and tried not to show my ass through the dressing gown and showed him my tattoo.
"Hope you have the time of your life, nice," He told me.
"Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong, well first of all, can I have your autograph Billie? My daughter is a big fan." Billie signed the autograph. "Also, visiting hours are over but if you would like to go into the family area there are chairs, beds, and vending machines in there, Mike and Rebyl need rest for now."
"Urgh fine," My dad said. I was about to protest when he said, "Yes Rebyl, I want you better, good night. Love ya."
"Okay good night, love you too."
"Bobby the monkey needs his beauty sleep he can't be ugly for the circus tomorrow."
"Okay then, good night Mike." He looked at me with pleading bright blue eyes "What?"
"Say good night to Bobby too!"
"Uh, good night Bobby."
"Bobby is over there, in his bed." He pointed to a corner and I looked at it, there was a suitcase on a chair and I figured that as what Mike thought was bobby so I said "Night Bobby." My head hit the pillow and I was asleep.
I woke up in the morning with a pair of shining blue eyes looking into my own.
"YAY I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!" Mike yelled to me. I walked out of the room with my crutches and asked the lady at the desk if I could go down to the gift shop and she said I could if I took a nurse with me. She called a nurse and one with black and green streaks came.
"Hi I'm Glenda but please just call me Doobie. I hate my name." She seemed really cool.
"Ha, I'm Rebyl and you can call me Rebyl or Jayde or Whatsername, whatever works for you. My old friends called me Whatsername."
"Okay then Jayde, who all calls you Jayde?"
"My dad does occasionally."
"So your dad is the infamous Billie Joe Armstrong?"
"Yup."
"Awesome, do you think I could get an autograph?"
"Um I would have to get him from the family room thing."
"No from you, you will do great things. I talked to your dad and he said that you were amazing at the guitar. He was going to ask you something important but wouldn't tell me what, saying it was confidential. He has also been beating himself up thinking it was all his fault for forcing you guys out of the house."
"Really? Wow."
We finally arrived at the gift shop after I signed her shirt.
"So, what did you want to get?"
"A stuffed monkey for Mike, you know, Mike Dirnt."
"Why?"
"He's been hallucinating about a Monkey named Bobby."
"That is really funny," She said with a giggle.
"Yeah it is." We walked in and I found a monkey with a heart that said get well soon. It was pretty big too.
"$15.36 is your total." I handed him a 20-dollar bill. "Out of 20? OK then, $4.64 is your change. Come back soon!"
Doobie and I decided to get some lunch and it turned out that she was 19-years-old, in nursing school and was on an internship playing keyboard, guitar, violin, and mandolin. She was really cool, into a lot of the same things as me. She was a vegetarian, not to save the animals but because meat grosses her out. We both got vegetarian lasagna and she got water and I got root beer. We walked back to my room and Mike was on the ground screaming something about the ringing sounds attacking him when all it was, was the phone.
I answered it and it was my dad.
"Hello?"
"Hey kiddo!"
"Hey dad."
"Do you want me to get anything for you from home? I'm going there now."
"Uh my guitar, more clothes, shampoo, conditioner, I think they have soap here, Joey's Game Boy, he won't even know it's missing, and my mp3 Player. CDs and CD player too."
"I'll get everything and I'll bring Joey and Jake too."
"NOOOO! ANYTHING BUT THAT!!" I said sarcastically. He chuckled on the other end. "Okay I'll see you soon."
I heard my dad, Joey, and Jakob walking down the hall.
"Hey kiddo," He said as he dumped a suitcase with a weird stain on my bed.
"Dad what's that stain from?"
"Oh uh that, well when we were on tour, you know the one that we found you on, I had a dream that I pissed in my suitcase and woke up to find my clothes all soggy and stinky."
I gave a disgusted face. "Oh but its been cleaned so don't worry, just stained."
My mom walked in carrying both of my guitars and brand new cases.
"Hey, you brought Bobby's bass! How nice of you! Bobby appreciates that!"
"Dad can I PLEASE switch rooms, he's driving me insane!"
"Uh fine, I'll talk to the nurse about it, geez."
"I'll do it sweetie." My mom walked out of the room and to the desk.
"Hey are you allowed to go down to the café?"
"I should be, I'll ask." With that I got up and walked to the desk where my mom was but talked to a different lady.
"Excuse me is it okay if I go down to the café with my dad?"
"Sure, but be careful and don't take the stairs, not good for your leg."
"O...k then, I wasn't planning on it."
"Okay then, have a nice day, Hun."
I waltzed back to my dad and told him I was allowed.
"Listen, I wanted to tell you something," He said as we went into the elevator.
"Okay then, shoot."
"How would you like to be in Green Day?" I just froze to the spot, so that was what Doobie was talking about.
